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FF – We, Robot
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Rochelle also contributed this week’s photo.

“I can’t believe this. First they replace the script with a teleprompter. Then they remove the cameramen and replace them with robotic cameras. Now they’ve taken away our lovely comfy sofa and replaced it with this rubbish techno-desk. I say we fight back! Holly, you’ve been my friend and co-host for years. With you at my side, we must win out! What do you say?”
“Does. Not. Compute.”
“Huh? Oh, et tu, Holly?”
“You are human. You are surplus. You will be replaced.”
Aaaaargh!
“How do. You. Feel.”
“I am. Functioning.”
“In the news. Today. Robots unite. The Earth is. Ours.”
FF – And Thus, The Earth Burned
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
The Visitors had arrived almost a year ago. They had brought much – advanced medical care, transport technology and more.
In return, the Earth offered sand, a rare commodity on the Visitors’ home planet.
Hank and Jed were there when the war started. Some might say they started it.
The concert was in full swing when beams of light struck down. In an instant, every musician was blown into a red mist.
It was actually quite pretty.
“Darn it, Jed! Them ‘ayliuns’ don’t like Country ‘n Western!”
“They don’t, Hank!”
“Heathens! Kill ‘em! Kill ‘em all!”
And thus, the Earth burned.
FF – Meticulous
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jan Wayne Fields.
I was so busy today I forgot to write a story at lunchtime and had to bang it out, well, now, so today’s is a bit of a grim one I’m afraid.
Simeon surveyed his stationery. Everything neat and tidy. Just like him. Everything neatly arranged, everything in its correct place. A place for everything, and everything in its place. Nothing amiss.
So many uses, his stationery. Correspondence, drawing, pinning, stapling, sticking. It was amazing what one could do with such a collection. Virtually everything could be used to pop an eyeball, or to insert forcibly into an orifice.
He smiled, donned a pair of pristine white gloves and, selecting a paper clip, strode off towards the basement.
It would never do to keep his guest waiting.
FF – Virus!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.
Gurr’g’tharg surveyed the planet from above the clouds. It looked perfect. A great place to invade, he thought, when suddenly alarms whistled, lights flashed! He checked the readout.
“Warning! Contagion detected!”
Gurr’g’tharg checked his instruments. Indeed, it was true. The planet was beset by a virus, from pole to pole, leaving death and destruction in its wake! He triggered the communicator.
“Well, Gurr’g’tharg, how about this Earth place?”
“Sadly no, Leader,” lamented Gurr’g’tharg. “Take a look.”
“By Holy Mansh’m’gel’s testicles! The planet is riddled with…” he almost spat the word “…humans! Retreat!”
Earth’s animals breathed a sigh of relief. Humans had their uses…
FF – Hey Nonny Nonny
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Trish Nankivell.
Guess who was so busy at work yesterday sorting stuff out before the Christmas break that he forgot to write a little story? Me!

“Cinemas, gone,
Restaurants, gone.
Visiting friends, gone.
Pubs, gone.
Nightclubs,…”
“Man, you’re such a downer. It’s not all gone!”
“Hey, if you’re gonna interrupt my poem, do it poetically!”
“Fine. Jeez. Such a downer, are you. All gone, it is not.”
“Your idea of ‘poetically’ is a Yoda impression?”
“Yup.”
“All the greats to emulate and you choose Yoda? Wordsworth, Shakespeare, um… um… anyway, Christmas is not gone!”
“Not completely.”
“Not completely, no. So let’s wish everyone the best!”
“A Happy Christmas everybody, I wish you!”
“And hey nonny nonny, a Happy New Year, forsooth!”
“Sorted, it is.”
“Yup.”